Techie trembled, helpless, inexplicably missing the warmth of her hands. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice small. “I d-don’t know how to, er, turn it off. The f-fear… Some days it’s b-b-better than others.”
It’s so easy for his thoughts to run wild, especially considering the nasty PTSD he’s accumulated from years of utter hell. Techie relaxed into the mattress, trying to trust that Nao wouldn’t hurt him. Hopefully not, after all the kindness he was showing her. Were she discovered, Techie would be killed.
TechieHux 